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“Good to know.” I slammed into her.

Her back bowed, and she gasped aloud, “Finally.”

“Always the brat.” I took hold of her bound hands and set a relentless pace, fucking into her like a man possessed.

Her delicious pussy quivered and flexed with each pass of my pistoning cock. And I couldn’t get enough.

The table jostled with each of my thrusts, sending planters, bottles, and gardening tools to the ground.

She arched and then looked over her shoulder, pleading with her eyes and words, “More, please more.”

I rolled my hips, hitting the sensitive spot deep inside her, and in the next second, she detonated, clamping down in rhythmic spasms and then tightened like a brutal fist.

Something primal filled me, and my pace grew harder and more demanding.

I reached forward and cupped her throat as my own orgasm shot through me.

“You’re mine now, Sophia Morelli. Admit it.”

“Yes, I’m yours,” she responded as she continued to ride out her release.

“There is no escape for you now.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Sophia

“I told you to listen, but you never do.”

“I followed your exact orders. Nothing I ever do pleases you. I’ll never be good enough.”

“You wouldn’t know how to please me if someone gave you a step-by-step instruction manual. You’re useless, Sarah.”

Oh God, they’re shouting again.

I wished I lived somewhere else. Anywhere else was better than here. I hated this place.

A shiver slid down my spine, and the cold seeped into my skin, chilling me to the bone. I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders tighter in a failed effort to find some warmth.

The way my body shook wasn’t from the fever caused by the virus coursing through my body but the fear of what would happen once the yelling came in this direction of the house.

Mom always ran in this direction in hopes of escaping Father. Sometimes, he left her alone, but most of the time, he followed.

No, that wasn’t the right word for what he enjoyed doing to her.

He chased her, stalked her, cornered her. He loved to trap her like an animal and make her feel like she had nowhere to run.

And if she somehow hid well enough and one of us children crossed his path, we’d suffer the consequences. The few times I managed to land in his sights were times I’d never want to relive.

I had to be ready in case Father’s anger turned on me.

Pushing back my covers, I found my slippers, slid them on my feet, and then grabbed my robe, shrugging it on and tying my belt tight.

I searched the room for the best spot to disappear.

Only the driver and a few household staff knew I had arrived home early. If all else failed, I could sneak into one of my brothers’ rooms.

Oh, why couldn’t the school nurse have had mercy on me and let me stay in class for a few more hours? But, instead, she’d called the family driver to pick me up.

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